Going to School


She comes across the grassy hill,
Our little scholar, five years old;
A sturdy, honest country girl,
Who takes no heed of heat or cold.
But daily, off to school she goes,
Thro' summer's rain or winter's snows!

Her face is bright, her heart is light,
She knows her lessons for the day;
With pleasant voice, she softly sings,
A merry song to cheer the way.
She loves to be time at school,
And never breaks its gentle rule.